To see Beyonce’s (minimal) contribution to Coldplay’s Hymn for the Weekend followed closely by her own Formation is to throw a stark light on how actually OBJECTIONABLY bland Coldplay’s music is, compared to Beyonce’s relative fierceness. How I hate newspapers who “expose” someone’s private life. Shame, shame, shame on you. We are all entitled to a “private” life. It has no effect on the role we perform when we are in public and at work. I fight against this kind of prurience at every turn (as completely powerless as I am to affect anything; but just to speak against it, if all we can do, is something). I have infinite sympathy and solidarity with any “celebrity” who is exposed in this way. Would they have any sympathy for me? Not at all. This is sign of my greatness. 125 on my sixth beer of the day. Can’t wait to get to Café Westend for a rostbraten. Wahringer Gurtel Kino and WSK are necessary obstacles in between. La Grande Bouffe. Is my life. Food, drink (& sex).
Awake by 144 and of course cannot get back to sleep. A bright spring-like day. Look forward to seeing — or —– again. But more than that looking forward to being in a spring Vienna, going into a hot afternoon WSK, a warm evening Manhattan. What else is there? Erm, that is it really. Perhaps one museum for variety. Lots and lots of Gösser beer, and Café Westend steaks! A couple of hours’ night cap in Manhattan every night. Try that Wahringer Kino as well.